Sera’s POV
As his hand started to retreat, I caught it. I pressed his palm against my cheek, closing my eyes, soaking in the warmth of his skin, the slight roughness of his fingers, the solidity of him. It was a lifeline.
"I love you," the confession tumbled out, barely a whisper against the skin of his palm. "I think I’ve loved you since that night five years ago, even when I thought I’d never see you again. Even when I hated you for leaving. Even when I didn’t know who you were."
The silence that followed was profound, charged with the weight of my admission. Then his fingers flexed against my cheek, tightening slightly. When I opened my eyes, his gaze held a depth of emotion that stole my breath.
"I love you too," he murmured, his voice husky and uneven.
The space between us vanished. He moved, a controlled urgency, his hands framing my face. The first press of his lips against mine was soft, hesitant, almost reverent. A question. My answer was imdiate. My lips parted under his, my hands fisted in the crisp cotton of his shirt, anchoring myself, pulling him closer.
That tentative touch ignited. Five years of pent-up longing, frustration, hope, and desperate love erupted. The kiss deepened, turning hot and searching, desperate to bridge the lost ti. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming, and I t him with equal fervor, a low moan escaping . His arms wrapped around , crushing against the solid wall of his chest. The world narrowed to the hard heat of his body against mine, the demanding pressure of his mouth, the frantic beat of my own heart.
He broke the kiss only to bury his face in the curve of my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. "Sera," he growled, the sound vibrating through . My na on his lips felt like a benediction, a hocoming I’d craved without knowing.
Our hands moved frantically, buttons straining, fabric tearing slightly in our haste. "Damien," I gasped as he shoved my blouse off my shoulders, his mouth imdiately finding the sensitive skin along my collarbone. "Yes, oh god."
His hands slid under my skirt, pushing it up, his fingers rough against the bare skin of my thighs. I clawed at his belt buckle, my fingers trembling. "Need you," I breathed, arching against him, grinding against the hard ridge of his cock trapped beneath his slacks. The friction made stars burst behind my eyelids.
He growled again, a feral sound that sent liquid heat pooling low in my belly. He stood briefly, pulling up with him, then swiftly pushed my skirt and underwear down my legs. His eyes raked over , naked from the waist down, lingering on my wet slit. His gaze was possessive, hungry.
Before I could feel self-conscious, his large hands gripped my hips, spinning roughly to face the bed. He guided forward until I braced my hands on the edge of the mattress. I heard the rasp of his zipper, the clink of his belt buckle hitting the floor.
I glanced back over my shoulder. He was freed, his cock thick and hard, jutting proudly from his body. A tremor of pure need went through . He caught my gaze, eyes blazing. "Ready?" he asked, his voice thick with barely leashed control, but the tenderness underlying the roughness gave another wave of warmth.
"Yes! Fuck, Damien, please!" I cried, pushing my hips back, desperate for him. "Now!"
A low groan rumbled from his chest. His hands tightened on my hips, holding steady. With one powerful thrust, he sheathed himself fully inside , hard and deep.
"Ahh! Fuck!" The cry tore from my throat, a mixture of intense pressure and perfect, filling relief. He was huge, stretching to the limit, driving out everything except the feeling of him buried deep.
"Christ, you’re so tight," he rasped, his voice strained. "So fucking wet for ." He pulled back almost completely, then slamd back in, setting a brutal, deep rhythm that had gasping with each thrust.
I pushed back against him, eting him stroke for stroke. "Deeper!" I demanded, writhing. "Harder! God, yes!" The sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the room, wet and rhythmic, punctuated by my ragged cries and his low, guttural groans.
He leaned over , his chest pressed against my back, one hand sliding around my waist to find my clit. His fingers were rough, calloused, and perfect as they circled and pressed the sensitive bundle of nerves. "That’s it, Sera," he growled against my ear. "Co for . Co on my cock."
His words, combined with the relentless pounding deep inside and the expert friction on my clit, pushed over the edge almost instantly. "Oh God! Damien! I’m... Ahhh! I’m coming!”
My body locked, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around his cock as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through . My legs trembled violently, my vision whiting out as my climax roared through every nerve ending.
Feeling convulse around him sent Damien crashing into his own climax. His rhythm stuttered, then he drove deep, shuddering hard against . "Fuck! Sera!" he roared, his voice ragged with release.
His hips jerked erratically as he pushed impossibly deep. I felt the hot, liquid pulse of his seed flooding inside , the sensation intensifying my own tremors. He ground against , gasping, spilling himself completely, the thick spurts washing through .
We collapsed forward onto the bed, Damien’s weight pinning gently, both of us breathing harshly, slick with sweat. His softened cock slipped out of , leaving feeling deliciously empty and marked.
Slowly, he rolled to his side, pulling with him, tucking against his chest. His arm wrapped possessively around , his hand resting low on my belly. His skin was hot against my back. He nuzzled into my hair, pressing a kiss against my temple. His seed was cooling on my thighs, a tangible reminder of what we’d shared.
"That felt... real," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction and sothing deeper.
I shifted, turning in his arms to face him. "It is," I whispered, leaning forward to brush my lips against his.
I sighed, nestling deeper into his embrace, my body sated and utterly relaxed. Outside these walls, the future held complications. But cocooned in his arms, the scent of our lovemaking in the air, our son sleeping peacefully nearby, one truth eclipsed everything else.
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